"Like the workers in his poems - graveyard waitresses, steel men, hot tar roofers - 'whose art is perseverance, ' Maginnes the poet always shows up. In poems where a trimmed fingernail means more than the moon, he casts a wary eye on America, but never disowns it. Tempted, he never quite surrenders to pessimism, always just beating the count, rising to the 'voice willing itself to go on, ' punching the Poetry card. His 'people' may be 'projects /...